Even if it doesn’t work, you should ask me what to do and when to pay back the money.
Jiang Qin has the soul of a thirty-eight-year-old uncle. A pure creature like a high school student should be able to see through it at a glance, but he really can’t understand Feng Nanshu’s operations.
But this is normal. He had never been in contact with a rich woman before his rebirth, so it’s not surprising that he doesn’t understand.
Maybe rich women are like this.
At 4:30 in the afternoon, Feng Nanshu suddenly put the bookmark into the book, stood up, smoothed down his skirt, and put the book back on the bookshelf.
She leaves on time at this time every day, and it seems that the access control is very strict.
But this time, before going out, Feng Nanshu paused for a moment, then turned around and waved goodbye to Jiang Qin.
It’s not that cold…
Jiang Qin watched her leave, then turned to look out of the huge floor-to-ceiling window. Through the glass, he could clearly see the black Bentley parked downstairs.
The driver, wearing white gloves, had already opened the door and was waiting respectfully, while the bodyguard stood on the side of the door with a serious and alert expression.
Feng Nanshu walked out of the library quietly, got into the car without saying a word, and disappeared into the streets before dusk with the roar of the engine.
“Golden House and Yan Ruyu are actually the same person.”
“…”
“I feel a little hungry suddenly. Let’s go home first.”
Jiang Qin picked up the “Soft Rice Guide” and put it back on the bookshelf, rode back to Hongrong Home on Beier Road, and bought a drawer of xiaolongbao at the gate of the community.
Today is Wednesday, a working day.
Ms. Yuan Youqin is a staff member of the government guest house, and Mr. Jiang Zhenghong works in the Health Bureau, so there should be no one at home now, so he can only buy a small steamed bun to make do.
However, after eating so much takeout and instant noodles in his previous life, he is no longer a vegetarian and doesn’t have excessive requirements for the quality of his food.
What’s more, this steamed stuffed bun shop tastes really good, with thin crust and big fillings. Ten years later, it even opened a branch.
Jiang Qin picked up a bun from the plastic bag and took a bite. It was warm and moist, still the original recipe, and still had a familiar taste.
It’s just that the weather is so hot now that I’m sweating after eating two.
Jiang Qin tied up the plastic bag and planned to eat it at home.
At seven o’clock in the evening, the night came quietly.
Mr. Jiang Zhenghong returned home carrying two plastic bags, changed out of his slippers, and sat down on the sofa.
There were beads of sweat on his forehead and he couldn’t breathe evenly. He hurriedly called Jiang Qin to pour him some water.